Jiang Feng was quick-witted and soon changed his mind: when the Third Young Master becomes the King of the Grasslands, he will naturally have many queens.
Song Liyun doesn't hinder his great cause; in fact, she's quite a help now, and he can try to get closer to her.
The Uda tribe needs people like this.
Thinking of this, he took out a private note and handed it to the servant to deliver to Tianxiang Tower, inviting Song Liyun to his residence for a chat the next day, treating her as his colleague.
However, when the message was delivered to Tianxiang Tower, Song Liyun was not there; she had already returned to Suijin Town.
Upon seeing Yuquan spinning cashmere yarn at home with Yunniang, Song Liyun exclaimed excitedly, "Yuquan, the beef is sold out!"
"Oh! Really? Sister Song, you really sold so many?"
Yuquan dropped the wool roll in her hand and jumped up excitedly, "I'm going back right now!"
She came to Suijin Town for two reasons: firstly, to make it easier for Song Liyun to have someone to accompany her on future trips, and secondly, to contact the tribe.
Seeing that she was so happy she was dumbfounded, Song Liyun laughed and said, "The garrison will notify you, you don't need to make this special trip."
Yuquan said, "I still want to go back to the grasslands. Sister Song, although there is food and clothing here, I still prefer riding horses and herding sheep on the grasslands."
Song Liyun was speechless. Yuquan was a lark of the grasslands; it would die of suffocation if kept in captivity.
"Okay, you can go back now! Send over more beef, we'll be selling it regularly from now on."
Upon hearing that Yuquan was leaving, Song Zhenping quickly went to the backyard and brought out a large box of vegetables, salt, tea, and fruit from the "cellar".
Both horses were fitted with pack animals.
Song Liyun brought Yuquan to the garrison, and Luo Baihu would naturally arrange for someone to send him to the grassland.
The trade fair in Qili County lasted for three days. On the second day, there were even more people, including those from surrounding towns and villages.
Other merchants in the city also got smart and started setting up tents along Yaqian Street overnight, stretching for half a street, making it even more lively than the annual temple fair.
Tianxianglou's dried beef is out of stock and can only be sold by pre-order.
Liao Fu finally waited until Song Liyun had time, and after a tearful oath, he successfully secured the next quarter's liquor sales for Tianxianglou.
His worst fears were not realized, and he had the money to buy grain and brew wine again.
If the manager of Wan Da has replied to the message he brought home, then we must cling to this powerful figure and fulfill any of his needs.
Judging from the atmosphere in the prefectural city and the capital, the time has come for the Zhenbei Army to finally hold its head high.
Unfortunately, by the time he rushed back to Qili County, Zhao Tingduo had already left.
Song Liyun has been having a tough time these past two days.
That day, Jiang Feng solemnly invited her to the county government office to inquire about her future business plans and to ask about her family's past.
What does this mean?
Jiang Feng had never been close to me or Tianxianglou before; in fact, he could be described as indifferent to me.
Why has your attitude towards me changed so drastically now?
Jiang Feng already had a wife and children.
Song Liyun didn't hide much about her future business plans, and even specifically mentioned the Wan family and Manager Wan.
"Could Lord Jiang help me become a government-merchant? That way, it will be easier for Tianxianglou to buy grain, salt, and oil in the future?"
Hanging up the sign of the Qili County Government Office will reduce taxes and save you the trouble of inspection when traveling to various prefectural cities.
Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment before agreeing: "This can be done!"
Jiang Feng is so easy to talk to!
Song Liyun became wary: something unusual must be going on.
"Where is your hometown? Who are your family members? And why did you come to Suijin Town to become a military household?"
Jiang Feng remembered that the Song family were originally civilian households who were converted to military households. Their ancestral home was Qingping Town, Taisheng County. Although they belonged to the same prefecture, the two places were hundreds of miles apart.
When people mentioned her hometown, Song Liyun's suspicions deepened. She smiled faintly and asked, "Is Lord Jiang inquiring about this matter for official or private reasons?"
If it's for public reasons, you can investigate with Commander Luo. If it's for private reasons, please forgive me; when my siblings and I wanted to join the army, we severed ties with our hometown. Let's not dwell on those unpleasant things!
Since Song Liyun wouldn't say anything, Jiang Feng didn't ask any more questions. He only said a few more words before they dispersed.
Jiang Feng is not someone who can be easily dealt with.
Song Liyun was clearly hiding some secret. For the sake of the Third Young Master's important matter, he was making sure to thoroughly investigate the people around him.
One family's joy is another's sorrow!
For the past three days, Tianxianglou's barbecue skewers have been a big hit at the trade fair, while Gaoli of Jinxilou feels like he's being fried in oil, unable to sit still.
Everyone keeps asking him, "Who exactly copied whom?"
At first, he could still say, "I've been grilling lamb chops for over ten years!"
Later, others asked, "Why haven't you had barbecue skewers for over ten years, and why is the taste of Jinxilou's barbecue skewers not as fresh and fragrant as before?"
He couldn't answer!
The soul of this barbecue is the seasoning; each method produces a unique flavor, and everyone has their own secret recipe.
The secret recipe from Tianxianglou is clearly better than ours.
He couldn't say for sure who learned from whom.
He was so worried about being here that he could hide in the kitchen and not come out.
Shen Leyan couldn't hide from it; he also had to consider the reputation of Jinxi Tower.
Such a large basket cannot be covered by his face alone.
The hole you dug before is so big that even burying yourself in it isn't enough.
The three-day trade fair had just ended when Huang Changsheng led a group of people to Jinxilou, including Liao Fuhe, who was participating in the half-price discount event.
"Chief Shen, you need to give an explanation for this!" Huang Changsheng said casually as soon as he sat down.
Only two days had passed, and Shen Leyan's eyes were drooping, bloodshot, and his face had lost its fair complexion, making him look like a dehydrated gourd. When he saw this group of people who came to question him, he said coldly, "What do you want?"
“We didn’t intend to do anything! Chief Shen, as you know, our families are all struggling financially, and we’ve lost a lot of money working for your establishment. Of course, we’d be happy if you could drive Tianxianglou out of business, but now… could you make up for the losses we’ve incurred?”
He Dong still acted obsequiously, but he wanted Jinxilou to make up for the money that had been given away at half price.
Looking at He Dong's smug face, Shen Leyan couldn't help but spit: "You were the one who begged me to help you get rich back then, and now you want me to subsidize you? You've got a good plan."
He Dong was spat on the face, but he chuckled dryly and wiped it away without getting angry: "As Chief Shen said, I begged you to make money with me, but you didn't get rich, and I even lost face."
"I don't need compensation for the embarrassment, just make up for the loss."
Shen Leyan was amused by his shamelessness: "You want to compensate for losing face? How much silver do you want for that face?"
He Dong seemed not to understand his sarcasm, and just gestured with his fingers: "My old face is worthless, Chief Shen doesn't need to worry about it, just make up for the dozens of pig heads that my Heji Restaurant sold."
This pork was all carefully cooked by my wife, and it's worth fifty taels of silver...fifty taels!"
He was afraid that Shen Leyan hadn't understood, so he gripped her hand tightly with all five fingers.
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